DarknessA Poem by Brett BestHow i felt in classAs the darkness’ grip tightens I look through the
window before me I see nothing but
smiling faces and hear laughter I realize that I will
never know true happiness As I finally give in
and let it kill me The cold grip of
death suffocates me. © 2013 Brett Best |
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